Cicada Moving

Chapter 588: Blame one after another

 “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.

With so many guns pointed at him, the fat man did not panic at all, and instead introduced himself: "I am Xu Enzeng, the director of the Secret Service Headquarters. This person is related to an important case we are investigating.

I also ask this exploreman to give us people. In the next day, Xu must have a thick report. Do notasting or eating penalty wine. There are more than a hundred people here. You have no chance to take people away. "

Xu Enzeng stood swaggeringly on the roadside. After speaking, he waved his hand behind him. At one point, the agents raised their weapons, including pistols, rifles and submachine guns, which looked 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 as doctors. 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 were the only feasible methods 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, this group of patrols will give the National Government and himself face.

　　After all, everyone has a salary of dozens of dollars, so why should we work hard for nothing? Unexpectedly, the next moment, the detective on the opposite side yelled to get ready, and the sound of guns being loaded 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 patrol house, you should first apply to the SAR Court, and then your country's Ministry of Foreign Affairs will make representations to the concession.

It doesn't matter if you surround us with people like this. Is the government going to go to war with the concession? If you are not afraid of causing an international conflict, just shoot. We don't have many people but we are willing to stay with you to the end. "

If Takaki Ikuta was not involved in the espionage case, especially the espionage case involving the British royal family, Kuang Fuan might have handed him over, and the superiors of the patrol room 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 **** 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 called John Kai Ziwei to send people to support him.

In case the secret service headquarters is behind the scenes, it is likely to choose to kill. Patrol officers and professional intelligence officers have little chance of winning in a battle, 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 person is the murderer of the murder of three of your Indian patrol officers. If we cannot catch him, our secret service headquarters will not be able to clear away the grievances.

And thanks to Mr. John Kaiziwei, 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. "

Indian police patrol murder case?

Kuang Fuan was stunned when he heard this, his eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking. Next to him, Ikuta Takaki was so angry that he kept throwing **** basins at his head and refuted with his neck held high.

“This is nonsense. I have no enmity 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. When the Japanese locust army enters this city, it will kill all of you despicable Chinese and British bastards. It will cause a black card on the board, eh."

The chattering Ikuta Takaki was gagged again, and both parties secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, this guy was gibbering, and they couldn't even talk about serious matters.

Kuang Fuan hesitated for a moment, 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 that Director Xu is talking about.

But as for cannibals and dead people, since Kuang has eaten the food of the patrol house, he must naturally serve the concession. Besides, this person is a Japanese diplomat, so it is useless even if he is handed over to you.

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.

 The 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 are very sensitive and it is impossible for patrol officers to release people.

 One is that he did not expect that the blame 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.       Endless, this is.

And that bastard, Lao Dou, is too courageous. He dared to put such a fatal secret document in his residence. Didn't he expect that someone would search it? That **** high-level intelligence broker in Shanghai.

 “Uh! Uh!”

Takaki Ikuta twisted his body hard to explain what happened. After working for 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, the empire will definitely kill him as a scapegoat in order to appease the anger of the British. Compared with the "friendship" between the two countries, sacrificing a small son-in-law is very cost-effective.

As a result, Ikuta Takaki received several loud and loud slaps on his face. The ones who attacked him were Indian police officers with unkind expressions. They had stayed in Shanghai for a long time and naturally understood Chinese.

Hearing 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.

As expected, Kuang Fuan glanced over and said nothing. Anyway, it was the red-headed men who beat people, and the Concession Police Department investigated them. It was not just them who were unlucky.

 “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 field of intelligence, 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, this matter of cooperation is too big for me to decide. If you are sincere in cooperating, then come with me to the chief patrol room and discuss with Mr. John Kaiziwei in person.

 Otherwise, everyone will just see the real deal. 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, that’s it.”

Xu Enzeng was also afraid that something would happen if things were delayed any longer, so he hurriedly agreed, clapped his hands and got out of the way, then got in the car and followed the convoy from the patrol room, speeding along the Beichuan Provincial Road.

Kuang Fuan was sitting 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.

 The person who committed the murder was clearly himself.

Since being transferred from the port city to Shanghai by the organization, he has joined the patrol bureau 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 assassination of Xu Enzeng and Zuo Zhong failed last time. Before entering the French Concession, he subdued three red-headed Asans who tried to **** Chinese women. How come it was the Japanese who did this?

 Would there be any problems here?

 If there is no problem, can you 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 the time, and the intelligence 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 follow the trend.

Although John Kaiziwei declared that the shooting at Elizabeth Hospital was a gang fight, anyone with a discerning eye understands 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 this might be because 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 makes sense.

If it were just an ordinary case, no matter how timid you were, there was a high probability that you would be forced to hand the person over under pressure. Once the person was in the hands of the secret service headquarters, you could do whatever you wanted with the person.

It's a pity that Xu Enzeng miscalculated. This is not an ordinary case. Today's arrest is firstly to divert the public's attention, and secondly, Takaki Ikuta is involved in the espionage case, and they will not let him go at all.

Kuang Fuan immediately laughed lightly, looked up and found that the driver was concentrating on driving in front, quietly opening the information found in the residential building, reading ten lines at a glance, and quickly memorizing it.

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Suddenly, a gunshot broke the tranquility over Beichuan Provincial Road. The convoy of patrol houses and agent headquarters stopped immediately. The patrol officers and agents held long and short guns in their hands and looked around nervously.

 (End of this chapter)