Cicada Moving

Chapter 452 Return to the Central Hospital

The compound of the Secret Service Detention Center was very lively. The guards, armed with rifles, drove a group of panicked men and women to the execution ground. If they encountered those who refused to leave, they would immediately put the butts of their rifles on them.

 “Go over, or shoot without mercy.”

“Sir, please forgive me. My sister is the thirteenth concubine of the commander of the city’s defense valley. As long as you let me go, my brother will be rewarded generously. I can give you money.”

"I bought the tobacco from Director Chen. It's legal. It's legal. All the money from the transaction was used as military pay for the army. It's true."

“I’m not convinced. I have the ability to go to Shanghai to catch the Japanese people. They are transporting them boat by boat. Why don’t I catch them? They know how to take advantage of us little people.”

As soon as Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang came over, they heard the shouting of these people. Some were pitifully trying to make friends, some were ruthlessly pulling off tiger skins, and of course there were also some who were trying to intimidate the agents.

“I have been friends with Director Bai of the National Police Agency for eight years. Your Secret Service cannot arrest people at will. Don’t think that I am really easy to bully. Be careful of the skin on your back and let go of your grandpa and me.”

A middle-aged man in black satin was holding his neck and shouting. The blue dragon tattoo on his neck was particularly conspicuous. He looked like a backbone on Jinling Road. No wonder he was so confident.

 “Take this back and make a confession.”

Hearing the name of his old friend, Zuo Zhong paused, turned around and gave instructions to Gui Youguang. It happened that his savings were about to bottom out, and it was time to meet and keep in touch with his old friends.

 “Yes, section chief.”

Gui Youguang waved his hand, and the two little agents rushed forward, kicked the black satin away, and then put the black muzzle of the gun on the other person's head and dragged the person back to the detention center.

The cigarette seller's cry came to an abrupt end. I didn't expect the people from the Secret Service to be so ruthless. They didn't even give Director White the face of the police department. Except for a few well-connected people, most of them gave up.

 Besides, despite the lively shouting just now, they are actually not too scared. The reason why the Secret Service arrests people is just for money or cigarettes. This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened.

It's like a secret service headquarters. We always invite everyone present to come back and have a seat. We serve delicious food and let people go as soon as they get the money. The two parties have cooperated many times and there has never been an accident.

Just asking for money, no need to cause harm to human life.

However, this is the first time that the Secret Service has done this. In the past, these agents only contacted the Cao Gang. Today may be an opportunity. With the permission of the Secret Service, the tobacco business will become safer.

The cigarette dealers looked at each other and shouted loudly, scrambling to quote the price of their lives. They thought that in a few minutes, these gang of spies would greet them with smiles. It was business.

Zuo Zhong stood in the courtyard with his pockets in his pocket, looked around, and then nodded to Gui Youguang. The weather was very cold, so he had to go to the official residence to see what was going on.

 “Ready, reload.”

 The big bald man gave the order in a cold voice.

This situation is not right. The cigarette dealer is starting to panic. We are all old gangsters. Of course we can see that the guards are loading real bullets, but even if you are not satisfied with the price, you have to make an offer first.

 “Prepare, shoot.”

 “Bang~bang~bang.”

Before they could figure it out, bullets were fired from the hot barrel of the gun. These evil villains went to the west one after another. Before they died, everyone had only one thought in their mind.

 You are not particular about it.

 Others only care about money rather than their lives, but the idiots in the Secret Service care about their lives, but this breaks the rules and without their channels for bulk goods, many people will not be able to do their tobacco business.

Others think that all the money has been made by people like themselves. In fact, most of the money has been taken away by people with the Fruit Party emblem on their chests. The remaining soup and water will be watered down in the end, and that is theirs.

Someone fell in a pool of blood and shouted with his last strength: "You will regret it. Someone will avenge us. You can't afford to offend those people, and your secret service will not end well."

 “MD, talk back.”

Zuo Zhong directly pulled out his pistol and walked over to the opponent, loaded it with a click, fired several shots in a row, spit on the ground after doing this, and then gave the order in a sinister tone.

“Hang all this garbage on the city gate. All city gates must be arranged. There are enough corpses. The reason for execution is suspected of having liaison with the underground party. By the way, the face and fingerprints will be stained.”

 “Yes, Section Chief Zuo.”

The little spies' faces were pale and their calves were bulging. It was normal to shoot them, but beating them into a hornet's nest was too harsh. If the people saw it, they might make up some rumors again.

There are rumors in Jinling City right now that people from the Secret Service kill people without blinking an eye. If they don't kill a few people every day, they can't sleep or eat. This is nonsense. How can they kill so many people?

 Just, Section Chief Zuo

I can't say it, I can't say it. How can I talk nonsense about the officer's affairs, let alone related to the smiling tiger. Everyone lowered their heads and picked up the body. There were a lot of military orders and they had to be sent to the city gate for public display. Zuo Zhong wiped the blood from his face and threw the handkerchief aside. These cigarette dealers helped the Japanese to harm their compatriots, but it was really easier for them to shoot them, that is, there was no Ling Chi now.

 Otherwise, haha.

He thought for a while and looked at Gui Youguang, who had a serious look on his face: "Let the remaining smoker be interrogated. The important confessions must be recorded. After that, find a place to bury them. I'll go out with me later." ”

Gui Youguang immediately puffed up his chest, turned around and ran to the interrogation room. There was no need for him to do this kind of trivial matter himself. There were many interrogation experts in the action team, so he could just find anyone to handle it.

ten minutes later.

The two of them drove away from the Secret Service and drove towards the National Government. In order to prevent others from following them to the surveillance point of the official residence, the car drove around Xinjiekou many times.

After confirming that there was no problem behind him, he drove all the way to the Central Hospital. Song Minghao set up the surveillance point here because he was inspired by Tianfu. The complex personnel here is really suitable for surveillance.

And relying on the secret service's reputation, they can make more arrangements. For example, several dentist offices on the third floor were requisitioned, and the personnel were hidden inside and difficult to be discovered by outsiders.

As soon as Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang reached the third floor, Song Minghao in a white coat came up to them with a smile. He had obviously received the report from the eyeliner. Yes, he could not let down his guard at any time.

"Chief, why are you here? Lao Wu took people to the Construction Committee to collect the tapes. The security in one area is tighter. He will not be able to come back for a while. Other personnel are performing surveillance tasks."

Song Minghao adjusted his glasses as he spoke. There was also a mouth mirror in his chest pocket. This is a tool used by dentists to check the internal conditions of patients' mouths. He looked like a doctor in this way.

He finished introducing the situation in a low voice and pointed to the left and right: "We are all our people here now. You don't have to worry about being overheard when you talk. The doctors and nurses have also been screened and there is no problem with their identities."

 “Well, let’s talk after we go in.”

Zuo Zhong glanced at the familiar corridor and took the lead to walk towards the office area. Song Minghao quickly raised his hand to guide the way. Everyone quickly walked to the door of an office, opened the door and walked in.

 As soon as you enter, you can see a desk and chair. There are some medical tools and medical records on the table. In addition, there is a stool for patients to sit on, and a small sodium lamp. Everything looks normal.

Further inside is a long white medical screen, which completely blocks the window. No surveillance personnel were seen. Obviously, Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong were very careful in this operation.

“Section Chief, our personnel and equipment are all arranged behind the screen. If a suspicious person appears, there will be dedicated brothers pretending to be doctors and patients to confuse each other. Please feel free to worry.”

Song Minghao closed the door and slowly pushed the screen open. Several spies were sitting under the window, using a special periscope to observe the Construction Committee Building, taking notes while watching.

Zuo Zhong observed it, with a satisfied smile on his face: "How about it, the periscope is easy to use. This is a German surplus war material. The quality is very good and it is difficult to get it in the Republic of China."

This thing is not his invention. Countries around the world have long used it. The large-scale manufacturing technology after the war has become more mature. It not only has far-reaching functions, but also can take real-time photos.

　　When he was monitoring the highly vigilant Tianfu, the surveillance operation of the Intelligence Section was very difficult. It happened that the German Merchant Company entered three units some time ago. After he heard about it, he bought them all.

 “Very good, very secluded.”

Song Minghao nodded repeatedly and said in a very excited tone: "In the past, surveillance during the day required either closing the curtains or hiding in a corner. Not only was it easy to be exposed, but the viewing angle was also limited.

 With a periscope, it is much more convenient. It makes it easier for personnel to perform tasks. When necessary, we can take photos to collect evidence. People in one place have never discovered us, largely because of this tool. "

Zuo Zhong nodded slightly. The intelligence industry is ancient, but it is closely related to science and technology. In particular, every innovation in communication technology has brought about changes in the way intelligence operations are conducted.

Thinking of his family's arrangements in New Zealand and America, he felt that he could guide his grandfather and father to bet on the electronics industry. If this was done, the Zuo family would not have to worry about money for a hundred years.

 Hey, it’s hard to make money.

He drove the messy thoughts out of his mind and asked, "Where are the surveillance records from the past few days? Let me take a look. There has been no movement in the past two days. How many times has Xu Enzeng been here?"

 “Nothing happened.”

Song Minghao took out the record from his desk drawer and replied: "Xu Enzeng comes over every night to inspect it. He seems to be very interested in this case, but it's a bit strange.

Since he attaches great importance to the official residence, the confidentiality level of that surveillance point should be very high. However, the more times Xu Enzeng comes, the higher the risk of exposure of the surveillance point. This does not make sense.

I suspect there is something wrong here. The secret service headquarters may be playing tricks. Their goal may not be the underground party in the official residence. If so, should our goal be changed? "

 (End of this chapter)