(It’s okay if you haven’t watched the movie, it won’t affect your reading)
Shanghai,
A manor in the countryside.
Xu Zhongwu, the director of the 8th Division of the Shanghai Investigation Office of the Party Communications Bureau, panted and sat on the sofa, took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.
A dozen little spies were frantically destroying several iron hooks on the roof, an oil painting and several blood-stained walls inside the house.
In the dusty sky, he looked at the eight controlled men and women opposite with interest, like a lone wolf sizing up his prey.
"This is all evidence."
"stop!"
"Are you covering up those three chaebols who wantonly abused and killed women?"
One of the long-haired men asked regardless of the danger, and the other seven people around him either pretended not to hear, or looked angry.
Xu Zhongwu glanced at him appreciatively, then his fragile respiratory tract was irritated by the dust, and he explained lightly while coughing.
"Someone wants to protect them, ahem, I'm just working, and work must be done cleanly without leaving any consequences.
Do you know what is scariest? It is memory. If one person speaks it, it will become the memory of millions of people. Do you think I am right?
So in order to prevent this from happening, this place should be burned down. It’s a pity that you can’t buy this kind of house with your salary in your lifetime. "
After sighing, he stood up with difficulty and waved. Someone brought a field oil drum, opened it, and started splashing it around the house.
"No, we are just here to shoot a movie. We will never talk nonsense. We haven't seen anything, so just treat us like farts."
In the crowd, a middle-aged fat man with curly hair shook his head rapidly, desperately pulling the long-haired man to stop talking.
The other men and women looked panicked when they saw this, and wanted to escape, but they could only stand still in the face of the black hole of the gun.
The long-haired man was not afraid. After breaking free from the fat man's restraints, he pointed at the beard pressed down by the agent and roared.
"Do you know that there is more than one dead girl in this room, they should have had a perfect life and a bright future.
And because of your protection, the chaebols are running rampant in Shanghai, doing all kinds of evil, and luring female young people to come here to do evil things.
The man you captured was once a member of the expeditionary force, and one of the girls who was insulted was the orphan of his living and dead brothers.
These are real human lives. As a government, you should find out the truth, instead of being used as dogs for the plutocrats. "
"Find out the truth?"
Xu Zhongwu smiled, smiling and nodding in agreement: "Yes, I know it, but when handling a case, you need evidence, you know?
Now, the evidence is gone, so I can only speculate, for example, that the murderer of three celebrities died together with several film industry professionals. "
He said the chilling words with a smile, and then nodded to his men, there is nothing interesting here anymore, it's time to go back.
The eight men and women closed their eyes in despair. They knew they could not leave today, but it was a pity that no one announced what was going on here.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap."
Suddenly, there was a burst of applause from outside the door, the heavy door was pushed open violently, and a group of heavily armed men in black filed in.
Finally, a young man clapped his hands and walked in slowly with a smile on his face, followed by several serious-looking guards.
"MD, who dares to work in the Party Communications Bureau..."
"boom!"
A little spy tried to stop him, but before he could finish his words, he was shot off half of his head. Blood mist sprayed everywhere in the room.
Xu Zhongwu immediately reached for the pistol at his waist, but the gun was pressed against his head. Not only him, but all Party Communications Bureau agents raised their hands.
"hehe."
The applauding young man chuckled and shook his head helplessly: "You guys from the secret service headquarters still surrender so quickly.
What he was like ten years ago, he still has the same virtue ten years later. The person named Xu is like this, and Ye Xiufeng is also like this. It is really disappointing. "
Agent headquarters?
Xu Zhongwu's heart moved. This title was too old. It was the former name of Zhongtong, the predecessor of the Party General Bureau. How could this person know about it.
Judging from the age of the other party, he was only in his twenties. How dare he call Director Ye by his first name? Could he be a certain second-generation ancestor?
He no longer pretended to be sick, stood at attention, bent down and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, are you Xu Zhongwu, the eighth branch of the Shanghai Party Communications Bureau, who is a low-ranking official?"
"What, are you ready to regain your position?"
The young man smiled half-heartedly, took out his cigar, sat on the sofa, lit it and blew out a puff of smoke while being served by a certain bald guard.
In the smoke, the man crossed his legs and said: "My name is Zuo Zhong, I am somewhat famous in the government, you should have heard of this name.
I don't like to beat around the bush, but you are dead. I told you, it's useless for Ye Xiufeng to come. I'll give you a minute to think of my last words. "
"Zuo... Zuo Zhong..."
Xu Zhongwu trembled and repeated the name. His vision went dark and he almost fainted. Why is this devil here? It's over now.
At this time, the untied bearded man heard these two words and opened his eyes excitedly. When he saw Zuo Zhong, Humu cried and shouted.
"Director Zuo!"
"Okay, don't piss yourself like a cat. It's all over. I'm here to make the decision for you. As I said, we live and die together!"
Zuo Zhong sighed, came to Xiu Fu and patted his shoulder, handed over a pistol and raised his chin.
"Yes, live and die together!"
The moment the bearded man took the pistol, the soldier who had been so elusive in the jungles of India and Burma and who had frightened the Japanese was back.
A few minutes later,
The seven people who were walking out of the manor heard loud gunshots behind them. Everything today was like a nightmare. Fortunately, the dream finally woke up.
Perhaps, many years later, they will make a movie based on this story, but there will not be that mysterious man named Zuo Zhong...
5:24 on August 21st
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Guess what Director Zuo’s name is?
