"How is Miss Liu not simple?"
"She appeared at the coffee shop next to Mitsui. It's not simple. Don't think it's a coincidence. There's no such thing as coincidence in our dictionary.”
"What kind of logic is this?"
"What logic? Mitsui had a special event today, but she had to show up. The area around Mitsui was already far away from the bustling city. They would not even come here to shop or watch movies. Moreover, Miss Liu's clothes were not for shopping at all. This meant that she had not decided to shop in advance, but had decided on it at the last minute. You didn't inform us of your special operation.
Also, if they wanted to drink coffee, they should go to the coffee street in front. The coffee there was two yuan per cup, and there were also desserts. Xiao Hong already had the intention to leave, but Miss Liu had no intention of leaving at all. It's not for coffee or shopping. Mitsui should be her target, and you. She might be using you. She didn't ask you about anything about Mitsui Yanghang today.”
"Yamamoto Kun, you're a little too sensitive. Is Miss Little Red alright?”
"Haha, I was right. There's nothing wrong with Little Red. Her eyes can't hide her heart. I'm just guessing that this is a professional habit in our line of work. Agents who did not develop good habits were eliminated long ago. Haha."
Kondo Tomie looked at Yamamoto Kenzo and laughed. He also felt a faint sense of unease in his heart!
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Zhou Hui only fired two shots before she started running on the roof. When she saw the Japanese military police running into the deep alley and raising their guns, she immediately rolled down the roof, threw the guns in a dark corner, and slipped into the skylight.
She only had three minutes left.
When she slid down the ladder, she closed the skylight and inserted the latch to return the ladder to its original position.
After doing all this, she began to take off her clothes. The large coat was taken off in five seconds. Inside was a high-slit cheongsam, although it was slightly wrinkled.
Before he left, he took off his cap and his curly hair fell.
His black clothes, hat, and glasses were all crumpled into a ball as he pushed the door open. At this moment, she heard footsteps coming from the alley, curses, climbing, and then running.
He closed the door and locked it. He flipped through the firewood in the yard and took out a paper box. Inside was a pair of high heels.
She stuffed the clothes she had taken off into a box and hid them under the firewood. Then, he walked out of the courtyard and walked in the direction of the military police.
Turning into the street, he saw a few women who had heard gunshots. They were looking around and calling for children playing outside.
Zhou Hui rushed forward. At this moment, five or six Japanese military policemen raised their guns and rushed into the alley.
A few women, including Zhou Hui, held their heads in their hands and shriveled in the corner.
The Japanese military police didn't even look at them. They rushed over quickly. Their target was a strong black figure, and it had nothing to do with these women.
At this moment, the surroundings were noisy. The sounds of sirens, cars, motorcycles, shouts, and running footsteps were all mixed together.
Only then did Zhou Hui take out a perfume bottle and spray it at herself. She didn't walk into the alley, but pretended to be scared. She walked along the side of the road and gradually moved away from the center of the incident. No one would suspect that a woman in high heels, a cheongsam, and a low-quality perfume was an assassin.
Besides, the police officers involved in the search had received instructions from above. The target was a man dressed in black and wearing a cap.
Even if Zhou Hui stood in front of the military police, she would not be identified.
Therefore, she smoothly passed through the checkpoint to the International Settlement.
Just like that, they met up with Feng Yuan, who was more experienced in operations, in the International Settlement. The two of them discussed the results of the operation and then went to their respective work places.
Feng Yuan's cover identity was a loan manager in the Jingan Temple office of the Jin City Bank. His business scope was flour and raw silk. The characteristic of his job was that he didn't have to work at all. He traveled to flour factories, granaries, and raw silk merchants of all sizes in the concession. As the population of the concession increased, the demand for flour also increased greatly. Therefore, there were many businesses this year. Therefore, Feng Yuan became the richest person in the group. Other than subsidizing the group's expenses, the rest of the money was sent to his parents 'home in the suburbs of Shanghai.
On his way to the Jingan Temple office of the Jin City Bank, he had to pass by the Maofeng Tea Shop. He had to report to Uncle Ho about the progress of today's mission.
This time, the mission order was very urgent. There was only one day to prepare, but the arrangements went smoothly. It had to be said that the location chosen by the higher-ups was very suitable.
According to Zhou Hui's marksmanship, she should be able to complete the mission with two shots. However, Zhou Hui had said that there was an ambulance from the Army Hospital passing by. It was very likely that the target of the assassination had not died on the spot.
However, the final result still had to wait for the higher-ups to confirm. Not every assassination would succeed. Even if it hit the vital point, there was still a chance of survival. If the other party was still alive, he would have to make sure if he wanted to carry out the next assassination.
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The green tramcar stopped at Yuyuan Road Station.
The Shanghai residents were already familiar with this mode of transportation. It had never stopped because of the war. The 50-cent fare for the entire journey also made many Shanghai residents shrink back. Those who could take the streetcar were basically company employees. It was a very prestigious thing.
Therefore, after the morning rush hour, the bus that started at 10 o'clock would be sold at half price. The scheming Shanghainese would wait for the half-price train to leave before leaving. The first half-price train was often overcrowded.
Feng Yuan squeezed out of the car and glanced across the road from the corner of his eye. The 'tea' sign near the exit of the alley was still swaying in the spring breeze.
However, he did not cross the road immediately. Instead, he leisurely went to a newsstand 200 meters away and bought a newspaper. There were four or five people surrounding the chess game, so no one noticed him. Then he walked into the phone booth and paid attention to the situation behind him and the street while making the call.
Now, Japanese spies were entering and leaving the concession very frequently, secretly arresting members of the resistance organization. Zhongtong, Juntong, and the Gong Party were all their targets.
He passed by Yuyuan Road almost every day. He had a very clear grasp of the situation around Maofeng Tea Shop, including where there was a shoe repair, where there was a cigarette shop, and the nearby shops. He even recognized most of the people who frequented the area.
Ten minutes later, when there was nothing unusual, he walked to the entrance of the alley.
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In the afternoon, in Kumamoto Shunji's office, Ichiro Suzuki and Cheng Xiaofeng were sitting on the sofa, looking through the call records that were sent to them, occasionally drawing with a pen. Kumamoto Shunji looked at the records that they had filtered out, focusing on the ones that had been marked.
The screening criteria was that within an hour before and after the crime, the call duration was less than one minute, and the call was within a mile of the crime scene.
Focus on investigating. Ten minutes before the crime, the call time was less than ten seconds.
In front of Kumamoto Shunji was a map of Shanghai. There was a red line on it, which was the route from the Special Higher Police to the Military Police. The locations were marked one by one, and each location was the location of a phone.
Cheng Xiaofeng was flipping through Liu Yuexin's call records.
When he saw the call record from the public phone booth to the New Tianan Church, he couldn't help but smile. It rang three times and the call lasted 45 seconds. This phone number was naturally modified by Liu Yuexin.
Based on the records, it was obvious that this was not a mobile phone call with a precise time requirement.
However, his emotional fluctuations were seen by Ichiro Suzuki.
"Cheng Sang, what's so funny?”
"My phone call to Kimura Takuno was also recorded. The box of sake that I promised to bring him is still in the car. This time, I escaped death and forgot about it.”
"Cheng Sang, Kimura-Kun must be very touched. You are risking your life to give him a gift. No wonder he kept shouting along the way," Slow down, slow down, so he was afraid of breaking the bottle!”
"Xiaofeng, you were lucky this time. If you sat on the left, then you would be the unlucky one this time!”Kumamoto Shunji shook his head.
The three of them started laughing.
"Cheng Sang, you have to celebrate this time. The Holy War has just begun. I hope the Goddess of Luck will always take care of you!”
" Yes, Xiaofeng survived the disaster this time. It's worth celebrating. This is a mission that I sent, so it should be hosted by me as a teacher. Let's do it today. The newly opened restaurant next to the Army Command, Mishimatei Restaurant. I didn't expect this famous restaurant in Kyoto to open its business here. He called Kimura Takuno from the military police. The sake was on him.”
"Okay, teacher, but it will be a little later. I have to go to the crime scene again and take a look at the wonton stall. I also have to ask about the interrogation over there and confirm the location of the phones around the crime scene.”
"Okay, then we'll wait a little longer. Suzuki-kun, go with Xiaofeng. Make sure he's safe!”
"Ha Yi!" The two of them stood up at the same time.
"Change into plain clothes. Don't take a car or motorcycle, just a rickshaw. Suzuki-kun, you have to stay 30 meters behind Xiaofeng. Don't interfere with Xiaofeng's actions. As long as you ensure his safety, it's very likely that this assassination is aimed at Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng's secret in the Special Higher Police might have been discovered!”
"Ha Yi!" Ichiro Suzuki bowed again. As the leader of the operation team under the Intelligence Group, he knew that Cheng Xiaofeng's ability to decipher telegrams and detect military agents had already reached the level of green surpassing blue. Moreover, he was the most trustworthy friend among all the people of the Celestial Empire.
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Walking out of the door, Cheng Xiaofeng started to feel nervous because he had already seen the 24-minute busy record of Mitsui. Mitsui announced that it was celebrating its 30th anniversary yesterday, but in fact, it was a special training. All the Japanese of Mitsui were called together for an intelligence training, and all the Chinese employees were on leave.
The Special Higher Police was involved in this matter. However, it was not their intelligence team but the Secret Service Team.
How could the line of Mitsui Yanghang be busy when there was no one? This was a loophole in Liu Yuexin's call records. He couldn't blame Liu Yuexin, but he had to plug this loophole for Liu Yuexin.
Perhaps he shouldn't have given her this task. After all, she was inexperienced and it was her first time on a mission.
Since she already knew the phone number between Uncle Ho and him, Cheng Xiaofeng wasn't sure if she would be able to confess at the critical moment. However, he couldn't take the risk. Their team had managed to touch the core of the Special Higher Police. This was the result of four to five years of hard work and hard work. Now that they were getting better, it was time for them to make a difference.
Suddenly, he remembered that Liu Yuexin didn't go home normally after work. Instead, she went to the concession. Could it be that she had discovered his loophole and was going to Mitsui?
Thinking of this, he felt even more uneasy. Liu Yuexin's action was a sign of her guilty conscience. It definitely couldn't escape Kumamoto Shunji's eyes. As long as Kumamoto Shunji saw the call record, he would definitely ask questions of a general nature! He wanted to get rid of this problem before Kumamoto Shunji started investigating.
Also, he had to send a message to the team to launch another operation to divert the attention of the Special Higher Police and the Military Police.
And behind him was Ichiro Suzuki! It was also a difficult problem to monitor his movements at all times.
In order to avoid suspicion, he never went out alone to scout. Whenever he went to the concession, he always asked a Japanese agent to follow him. The reason was that his ability to move was insufficient and he needed a good person to protect him. Therefore, his fear of death became a joke among his colleagues in the Special Higher Police.
Exposing one's weakness was also a way to win the trust of others.
Today, no matter what, he had to make a trip to Mitsui.
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At the location of the wonton stall, the stall, table, and stool were still in place. The special agent team of the military police was pushing down the wonton cart, overturning the stool, and then helping it up. They calculated the time spent in this process. The wonton cart was about to fall apart, and Cheng Xiaofeng shook his head.
Cheng Xiaofeng greeted the detective and walked around the stall. He looked around and then walked around the various intersections. The secret agents of the gendarmerie had already monitored the area. The killer's weapon was still left at the scene, and there was a pile of clothes. Perhaps the killer would come to collect them later.
The door of the two-story building had been opened, and the owner of the house had been brought back to the gendarmerie. When he walked into the room, the two agents from the military police team cast unfriendly looks at him, but they still cooperated and answered all his questions.
He began to search every area of the room and took out a notebook, thinking and recording. At the door, he found a long curly hair. He quietly picked it up and put it in his notebook.
It had fallen off Zhou Hui's head in a hurry when she took off her hat. This was inevitable. Other than this strand of hair, Zhou Hui did not leave any traces behind. The fact that she could clean it so cleanly in just twenty seconds showed how careful she was.
Similarly, the gendarmerie did not find any traces, and the owner did not think that anyone had entered the house because there was no sign of the skylight being opened, and there was no sign of the ladder being moved. There was no difference from the position where he had stored it at that time.
The killer's escape route was not confirmed. They thought that the killer jumped down the stairs or fell down the stairs and was taken away by his companions. As for how the killer had gotten onto the roof, there was a huge difference in opinion.
The gun was wrapped in a layer of tarpaulin and was well maintained. There were still three bullets left in the chamber. It would be stupid to escape with the gun. The murderer was left in the drain under the eaves. The gun number belonged to a soldier who died in the Battle of Shanghai. The clues about the gun ended here.
The pile of clothes that the killer had left behind did not leave any clues either. They were all goods from street stalls, so there was no way to investigate them. The wolfhound was also brought over. It wandered around the vicinity a few times, but it did not find anything.
The killer seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He threw down his gun and clothes and fled.
Cheng Xiaofeng did not stay any longer. This was a place he had to come to. No matter how anxious he was, he had to spend an hour here to complete his work.
Ichiro Suzuki, who was waiting outside, cast a questioning look at him.
"Nothing much. There's no need to check the phone number. The nearest phone is 500 meters away. The wonton stall and the shooting spot are two to three minutes apart. They can't see each other, so it's impossible to use the phone to act together.”
Hence, the two of them looked up at the same time and looked at the bare roof. It was very eye-catching for a person to climb on the roof, especially when he was dressed in black. The small drain could not hide a person at all.
"Let's go to the concession. Don't always stand up straight. I can tell that you're a soldier at a glance. You have to learn to blend in with the crowd. Sigh, your clothes don't have to be so neat.”
Ichiro smiled awkwardly and said,""Cheng Sang, if you think I'm an eyesore, I'll stay away.”
"That's what I mean. It's fine as long as you can see me. If you can't see me, I'll come back for you.”
The two of them called a rickshaw and went to the concession one after another.
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