Cicada Moving

Chapter 810 Don’t worry when I do the work

“Central News Agency, December 8th, the Japanese Central China Front Army began to attack the first line of defense positions outside Jinling yesterday. After breaking through the position today, it continued to attack the urban position.

The Japanese army concentrated all its artillery firepower in an attempt to destroy and seize the city walls, but was blocked by our heroic soldiers. The Japanese leader Matsui Iwane sent a letter from the air in an attempt to persuade them to surrender.

The commander-in-chief of Jinling City Defense Tang ignored it and demanded that all troops should try their best to hold on to the position with the determination to live and die together, never abandon an inch of land lightly, and vowed to support it with flesh and blood. Over time, they will be trapped and destroyed by the aggressors.

In addition, in order to protect the vitality of the country and the foundation of the nation, the Chairman of the Committee will inspect Jiangcheng in the near future and establish the Jiangcheng Headquarters of the National Government to command the country's navy, land and air force and command all people, and assume full responsibility for national defense. "

The weak sound of the radio sounded in the large office of the police station in the public concession. The police officers present had different reactions, some were expressionless, some were indifferent, and some were happy.

 “Long live the Japanese Empire!”

 “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a black card!”

 A Japanese patrolman suddenly stood up, raised his arms and shouted, his ugly face full of fanaticism.

After fighting in Shanghai for so long, the so-called three-month destruction of China became a moon in the water and a flower in the mirror. The confidence of the Japanese people began to waver. Among them, the Japanese working in the concession were the most worried.

 If Japan fails in the Sino-Japanese War, the concession will probably expel them. As for the reason, there is no need for a reason.

 The principle that the winner takes all and the loser is incompetent applies everywhere.

Now that they heard that the Japanese army had broken through the outer positions of Jinling, and that the Chinese capital was just around the corner, how could they not be overjoyed when someone fled in panic.

However, this provocative move aroused the dissatisfaction of most of the Chinese patrolmen. One of them slammed the file in his hand to the ground and cursed loudly.

 “Suna!”

After shouting, he immediately pounced on the other person and raised his hand to hit him. The room suddenly exploded. New and old grudges were added to the national hatred and family hatred. The patrolmen caught each other and started fighting. Documents and various items were flying in the air.

In the detective's office, Kuang Fuan stood by the window and opened the blinds a crack. He coldly looked at the movement outside. After a long time, he let go and turned back to his desk to sit down.

Lighting a cigar, he recalled the new task the boatman had given him last night—to find a way to obtain information on all Japanese patrols in the public settlement.

This matter is not difficult for a detective. Reading and accessing the patrol room's personnel files is already within his scope of authority.

 The question is why the organization wanted to search for Japanese nationals and what the purpose was. The boatman just asked him to investigate in secret and did not explain anything else.

 Do you want to get rid of the other party?

 Or instigating rebellion?

Facing this, he needs a reasonable reason to access the files. Otherwise, if something happens to the Japanese patrol, it will easily arouse the suspicion of the concession and John Kaiziwei, especially the latter.

This person is ostensibly in charge of the police department, but is actually the Shanghai head of MI2. He has a suspicious personality and has tested himself several times. If he is not careful, he will be exposed.

The safest way is to create an opportunity for John Kaiziwei to take the initiative to hand over the files to him, so that it will be safe.

Kuang Fuan glanced at his watch, took a puff of his cigar, and rolled the smoke in his mouth. At this time, there was a knock on the door.

A foreign inspector opened the door and came in and shouted hurriedly: "Kuang, please take a look quickly. If the fight continues, there may be an accident. Someone has already taken out the weapon."

If a shooting occurs in the patrol house, we will all bear unshirkable responsibility. Damn it, these Japanese dwarves are really crazy, they should not be allowed to serve as patrol officers. "

These foreigners originally did not want to get involved in the conflicts between the Chinese and Japanese, and even watched the excitement from the sidelines. It was not until they realized that things were at risk of getting out of control that they realized something was wrong.

 Once the gun fires, the bullets will not care whether their skin is white or yellow. Everyone's life will be in danger. They come to Shanghai to make money, not to fight for their lives. They must prevent the situation from developing further.

 The opportunity has come~

Over there, Kuang Fuan narrowed his eyes, put down his half-smoked cigar, stood up, straightened his shirt, took out a 38 Colt pistol from the holster under his arm, and walked out quickly.

At this time, there was already a mess outside. The Chinese grabbed the Japanese by the neck and rolled on the ground. The Japanese opened their mouths and bit the Chinese's ears and jumped off the desk.

Looking at the farce in front of him, Kuang Fuan's complexion slowly turned livid, he neatly pulled the slide to load, raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.

 “Bang~buzz~”

 The sound of gunshots passed back and forth in the small room, completely covering up the noise of the fight.

The people present were all experienced police officers. The moment the gunfire rang out, they immediately let go of their opponents and quickly hid behind the bunker. They pulled out their guns and shook them left and right, trying to find the person who fired the gun.

 “Attention!”

Kuang Fuan retracted his pistol, stood in the open space and shouted an English command, and then looked at both parties with a murderous look.

Haunted by him, the patrolman involved in the fight began to calm down, looking at the messy office and secretly regretting it.

The patrol house is a disciplinary force. Gathering a crowd to cause trouble is a serious disciplinary violation, and everyone may be transferred or placed in solitary confinement.

Thinking of this, everyone with bruises and bruises looked at me and I looked at you. Whether they wanted to or not, they all slowly stood up.

Kuang Fuan looked at each other and the Chinese patrol officer who was the first to take action. The other man blinked and slowly retreated to the back of the crowd.

He withdrew his eyes and walked around the office with his hands behind his back. Finally he kicked away a document and stopped, tapping everyone in a deep voice.

"Gentlemen, we are employed by the Ministry of Industry to maintain public security. No matter where you are from before, please do not bring conflicts to work. In the concession and in the patrol house, you can only obey the orders of the British Empire. Anyone who dares to break this rule , I will target whoever.”

 Then, he came to the Japanese patrolman who was the first to shout the slogan, looked into his eyes with sharp eyes, and spoke word by word.

“What were you shouting just now, long live the Empire of Japan? If I remember correctly, you have become a British citizen. Can I understand that you are going to betray the empire?

If this is the case, please hand over your documents and guns and go to Hongkou, where you will have the opportunity to be loyal to the Locust. The British Empire will never accept a traitor. "

Being scolded by a Chinese, the Japanese patrolman looked dissatisfied. He held his neck high and wanted to refute, but was forced by Kuang Fuan's momentum. He hesitated and did not dare to speak. He simply turned his face and ignored the other person.

Seeing the Japanese's reaction, Kuang Fuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he put his hand on the gun at his waist. The atmosphere at the scene became solemn.

The crowd automatically divided into two groups. The Chinese patrolmen naturally helped their own people and stood behind Kuang Fuan one by one. The Japanese also gathered together. If the two sides disagreed, they would draw their guns and shoot at each other.

 “Kuang, that’s very well said.”

During the confrontation, John Kaiziwei stepped down from the stairs on the side. His cold eyes swept over the patrol officers. Everyone lowered their heads, and the tense situation disappeared.

Seeing that the situation was under control, he walked step by step to the culprit, raised his hand and stabbed the man in the chest fiercely.

“Please get out of my patrol room immediately. Since you want to be Japanese, I will notify the Ministry of Industry and Commerce to deprive you of your nationality.

 Don't let me see you in the public settlement again, otherwise there will be one more corpse in the Huangpu River, do you understand? "

 The public settlement has always been wary of Japanese infiltration, which can be seen from the fact that there is no Japanese detective in the patrol room.

Now that the Japanese army has occupied the Chinese border, it is a time of arrogance. It is also in the interests of the public concession to suppress Japanese patrols.

 After reprimanding the Japanese patrol officer and sending someone to **** him out of the patrol room, John Kai ordered the officers to disperse and then took Kuang Fuan to his office.

He tapped his feet on the table, folded his hands on his stomach, thought for a few minutes, raised his eyes and asked, "Kuang, the Japanese are getting more and more arrogant. How do you think this should be handled?"

 Should all the Japanese be removed from the patrol houses? There are many Chinese who have lost their jobs in the concession. They can perform their duties of maintaining public order very well. What do you think? "

 After saying that, his blue eyes stared at Kuang Fuan, wanting to see if the other person was really that loyal to him and the empire.

 “Sir, I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

Kuang Fuan was not fooled and shook his head directly: "Only by maintaining a balance and not letting one party become dominant can we ensure the empire's control over this land.

 You have just dismissed a person, which is enough to make other Japanese patrolmen understand the concession's position, and there is no need to make the matter a big deal.

In addition, the police officers who caused trouble today, whether they are Chinese or Japanese, must be punished as necessary and recorded in the files.

 Discipline is the soul of any violent organization. Without discipline, order will get out of control, which is very dangerous. "

 “Good.”

John Kai Ziwei clapped his hands with a very satisfied expression: "I'll leave it to you how to punish him. Well, I allow you to take some care of the Chinese patrol, otherwise those young men will complain about you.

There is a Chinese saying that a hero needs the help of three ordinary people. If you lose the trust of the lower-level staff, it will be difficult for your work to proceed smoothly. Go ahead and complete it as soon as possible. "

 “Yes, Your Excellency.”

 Kuang Fuan saluted and politely exited the office. However, he did not go to the archives immediately. Instead, he returned to the office to process official documents.

　It wasn't until after get off work that I saw John Kaiziwei leaving the patrol room. After waiting for a while, he wandered to the door of the archives room.

In the archives room, a white man was sorting documents and wallets. He seemed to be preparing to go home from work. When he saw Kuang Fuan, he put down the items in his hands and asked with a frown.

 “Kuang, what’s the matter?”

"Mr. Kai Ziwei asked me to handle the patrol that caused trouble today and record it on record." Kuang Fuan shrugged and explained his purpose.

The white man secretly cursed: "Fuck~k, couldn't you have been earlier? Please come back tomorrow. I have an important date."

"Sorry, this is a direct order from Mr. Kaiziwei. I must finish it today."

Kuang Fuan spread his hands helplessly, with an innocent look on his face, and quietly proposed a solution before the other party got angry.

“Why don’t you give me the key and return it to you tomorrow morning? This will neither delay my work nor your appointment.”

The white man hesitated, but considering that there were no confidential documents in the archives, only some daily official documents and personnel files, Kuang Fuan was fully qualified to access them.

So he nodded, reached out and handed over a bunch of keys, and said nonchalantly: "Don't lose it, otherwise both of us will be in trouble."

“Of course, you can rest assured that I will do the work.”

Kuang Fuan patted his chest in assurance, and the heavy camera fell into his pocket and shook gently.

 (End of this chapter)