Cicada Moving

Chapter 276 Butterfly (please vote, rush)

"Very well, leaving everyone here is not what I want. I just need one of you. I will tell you her characteristics. As long as you find her, you can leave safely."

Left clapped his hands again, attracting everyone's attention, and raised a finger: "One, she is a female, aged between 18 and 25 years old. Of course, she may be disguised now."

He raised **** again: "Two, she is very short, and three, she has a scent on her body. Okay, everyone, let's take action, otherwise you will have to go back to the Secret Service."

 Special Service.

The crowd suddenly panicked. They claimed to be the elite class of Jinling and naturally knew how powerful this agency was. Now that they heard that they were going to be taken back to the Secret Service, they all looked at the suspicious person beside them.

Some foreigners didn't know what the Secret Service was, but after asking the Chinese around them, they immediately stood there obediently. Every country has a secret police, and they didn't want to cause trouble for themselves.

The power of unity is huge. After two or three minutes of panic, a dozen qualified women were isolated. Agents quickly surrounded them with guns in hand, ready to shoot at any time.

With a smile on his face, Zuo Zhong walked up to these women, sniffing here and there, and quickly focused on one person. It was just different from what he thought. This woman was ordinary.

According to Zuo Zhong's speculation, a woman who could seduce Zhu Jisheng's five mysteries, take risks to escape from camp, and be willing to sell her country for her, must not only be beautiful and fragrant, but at the very least she must be a middle-aged woman.

But the woman in front of me is wearing a Western-style dress. The style is very fashionable, but it can be seen that it is a cheap copy made by a tailor. The leather shoes on her feet are badly worn, and she is wearing a half-used lady's hat.

Except for the shabby clothes and the swollen face to make her look fat, describing her appearance as ordinary is beautification. To be precise, it is only one step away from ugly, or half a step away.

The nose that is not upright, the two small eyes, the fairly standard mouth and the striking ears together form an eye-catching face. Zhu Jisheng must not be so blind.

Zuo Zhong kept his distance and walked around her. When he saw the other party's long and shiny hair, he narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He walked back to the front of her, folded his arms and looked at her.

 Smell cannot be used as evidence. If you want to convince this cunning opponent, you cannot just rely on torture to extract a confession. She has some intelligence value, and you must completely break down the psychological defenses and make her speak.

After a long time, he sneered: "Why didn't you say anything? Didn't you really want to see me? You even sent two chess pieces to test me. Now that you and I have finally met, why are you silent again?"

After hearing this, the woman's eyes suddenly widened and she looked very innocent. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was overly frightened. She trembled for a long time and said with difficulty: "Sir, I, I don't know you."

The crowd of onlookers nearby murmured. Some people thought that this poor woman must have been unjustly accused. These spies must not be able to find the real culprit and find someone at random to take the blame.

At this time, Song Minghao came with the special agents from the support point, and Gu Qi also rushed here with the left-behind personnel from the Intelligence Section. They should have rushed here to provide support after receiving the news from Wutong Street.

"Section Chief, I have sent people to guard Jiang Jincai's residence. I heard that there is a fierce fighting here, so I will immediately bring people over to support you." Song Minghao held his head high.

"I heard that Wu Chunyang was injured, so I brought people here quickly. Section Chief, have you caught all the Japanese spies? Do you want us to do anything?" Gu Qi asked.

Zuo Zhong pulled the two of them aside and introduced the situation in a low voice, especially the matter of the female spy leader. Song Minghao and Gu Qi nodded, looking at the female suspect standing blankly in the distance with doubts on their faces.

They thought the same as Zuo Zhong. As for how this kind of virtue tempted Zhu Jisheng, it could be that the relationship between the two was pure money. Otherwise, Zhu Jisheng could only be described as obsessed.

Zuo Zhong patted Song Minghao on the shoulder: "Old Song, take someone to search Qiu Ju Bookstore. The focus is on the insulation layer at the top. Be careful, use other methods to get in. The Japanese may have set a trap."

"yes."

Song Minghao responded and led his men to find a long ladder and headed straight to the next door to the bookstore. After working in intelligence for so long, his mind was spinning quickly and he decided to go down from the roof to avoid falling into a trap.

Gu Qi looked at the suspect again and said in disbelief: "Section Chief, is the woman in Zhu Jisheng's home really her? Is there any misunderstanding here? After all, she looks like..."

Zuo Zhong waved his hand: "Don't be impatient. We'll find out when Lao Song comes back. Then I'll let you see the big change and you'll understand. By the way, has that kid Gui Youguang returned to Core from the airport?" "

"No, he went to the hospital." Gu Qi explained: "He blew his eyes out in the air, and now he sheds tears when he sees the wind. It's just right, let him and Chunyang have a good rest, they are working too hard."

Zuo Zhong sighed with emotion: "Gui Youguang has made great achievements this time. If he hadn't kept his eye on the target, we wouldn't have achieved such a big harvest. Please write it beautifully in the closing report so that you can easily describe your achievements."

 “Okay, Section Chief.”

Gu Qi nodded, and then whispered: "Section Chief, Daxiong has called."

　　When it comes to this, Zuo Zhongqi doesn’t mention it at all. Hase Ryosuke is a bastard. He disappeared when the case was solved. Now that the case is solved, he came out of nowhere. It’s like a bastard.

 He said expressionlessly: "Where has he been? Has he reported the situation?"

Gu Qihui reported: "In the encrypted message just sent today, he went to the Kwantung Army's Shenyang secret service agency because of Du Zizi's complaint to the Kwantung Army's special work class, and he has just returned to Shanghai." Zuo Zhong was stunned, Du The lame man went to the Northeast not to escape, but to file a complaint, but it was understandable. After all, he retired from the army, and he should be able to find someone he could talk to in the Kwantung Army.

Gu Qi continued: "Du Zizi believed that the leader of the special work squad was treasonous and caused his identity to be leaked. After investigation by the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, it was completely nonsense. Nobita went to report the situation.

According to what he said, he met Doihara this time and had a pleasant conversation with him. The other party specially kept him in the Northeast for a month and learned from him about the special high school's experience in conducting intelligence operations in Jinling. "

 “Pfft.”

Zuo Chong is happy, this **** has a lot of experience. The spies of the Extra-High School in Jinling are all under the surveillance of the Secret Service. Even if a dog comes from Shanghai, it is still under his own surveillance.

Gu Qi was also happy: "There is no new information in terms of intelligence. It only said that he accidentally got an intelligence from the Shenyang secret service agency. Doihara has a spy or spy group called Butterfly."

"Butterfly?"

Zuo Zhong thought of the body of the Japanese spy Yu Xueping he had just seen. He had a butterfly tattooed on his shoulder. Is this a coincidence? He looked at the suspect standing there and thought in his mind.

If this intelligence team was called Butterfly, would it be because of the dead Yu Xueping? But this is wrong. According to his speculation, the woman on the sofa is the leader of the intelligence team.

 There is no reason to use subordinate characteristics as the name of the group. Is it to divert attention? But if it weren't for the information that Ryosuke Hase just sent, he wouldn't know the name of this group.

 But what if the Japanese spies find a way to let themselves know about this?

Zuo Zhong began to think about what if he didn't know about the mysterious woman, but the evidence left at the scene, or the captured spy told him that their intelligence team was called Butterfly.

How will he judge? He will definitely think that the dead female spy is the leader. After all, such a big tattoo is very conspicuous. Then the case will be successfully closed, and the real Butterfly will be at large.

 It's a good thing that Li Daitao is dead, and the core of the intelligence team is safe and sound. Even if all the agents below are caught, the Japanese intelligence agency can easily form another team by relying on the old channels.

 The Japanese must have a contingency plan! Zuo Zhong thought of a way to confirm this guess. He whispered a few words to Gu Qi. Gu Qi looked up at him, and Zuo Zhong nodded affirmatively.

 Gu Qi turned around and took people to the bookstore. Zuo Zhong hugged his shoulders and looked at the innocent-looking woman. If his guess was correct, she had a big secret.

 Otherwise, there was no need for the Japanese to go to such great lengths to hide her, and they had to be prepared to ensure that she would not be implicated even if the entire team was taken away.

The crowd was a little impatient. The agent only said one sentence to the woman, and then went to the side to chat secretly. What exactly did the agent want to do, and when would they be able to go home.

While everyone was waiting, people saw that the fat agent who had left earlier came back carrying something, smiling as if he had picked up banknotes. It seemed that the matter was about to end.

“Section Chief, we found two pull-bar grenade traps and six grenades on the heat insulation layer. They are all connected to the ceiling of the bookstore. Regardless of whether they are pulled down or pushed up, they will definitely explode within three seconds.”

 Listening to Song Minghao's report, Zuo Zhong, who had been prepared for a long time, still felt cold in his heart. With the opponent's viciousness and ferocity, it was certain to set a trap, but he didn't expect it to be so cruel, and he actually let go of six traps.

Song Minghao continued to add: "In addition, I found a set of cheongsam, a pair of high heels, a ladies' bag, a pocket pistol, a lighter and a box of ladies' cigarettes. They are all here."

Zuo Zhong opened the Kun bag, and the first thing he saw was an exquisite pistol. It was really an M1910 produced by Mauser Company. It seemed that the barrel had also been modified and could be equipped with a silencer.

Helpers are of a foreign brand and can be found in stores in Jinling and Shanghai. However, the cheongsam is a bit different, with a strange color, high-end material and dense stitching. It should be a tailor-made high-end product.

Zuo Zhong thought for a while and put down the things, then looked at Song Minghao: "Old Song, I'll give you a nice job. Take someone to take the suspect to a place where no one is around, and ask her to put on this cheongsam and high heels.

Be sure to pay attention to your safety. This woman is very skilled. You must keep a distance from her and observe discipline. Let her find a corner to change her clothes. No touching is allowed. "

fart! I'm afraid she'll do something to me!

Song Minghao had a sad face after hearing this. This was not a good job, and she was not a beautiful woman. But she had orders in front of her, so she could only pinch her nose and lead others to push and pull the suspect into the shop next to her.

 “No! Don’t!”

 “Hurry up and stop talking nonsense.”

Soon, an imaginative scream and a man's roar echoed in the shop. I don't know what happened, but everything became quiet, leaving only faint sobbing.

The crowd was in an uproar. In broad daylight, under the clear sky, the agents actually wanted to openly humiliate a weak woman. Where is justice and where is the law? Everyone expressed their protest with their eyes.

 (End of this chapter)