Kuroki Asada straightened his clothes in front of the mirror.

It has been some time since I took office in Wuhan.

He is not only the director of the Municipal Department of the Hankou Japanese Concession, but also has another identity:

Supervisor of the Hankow Agency.

Wuhan, as an important city in China, has always been a city of special importance to the empire.

But compared to Shanghai, Wuhan's secret services are obviously not particularly conspicuous.

Kuroki Asada once wrote a report to his superiors, commenting in detail on the difference between the Shanghai and Wuhan secret services.

In his opinion, there are many secret services in Shanghai and fierce competition, so no one dares to slack off.

And what about Wuhan?

There is only one secret service subordinate to the army, and there is no competition, and those agents are too comfortable.

It was also this report with a unique angle, coupled with the fact that Ichikawa had a really good accident before, that made his superiors decide that he would take over Ichikawa's real position and sort out the Hankou secret service.

Today is the time for the visiting delegation to arrive, and the task entrusted to him by the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry is to take the delegation to see the development of the Hankow Japanese Concession in order to make a good impression on them.

"Your Excellency, the delegation's train arrives in three hours, and the reporters are already waiting for you outside."

"Okay, I'm going to go out, and I must try to publicize the delegation's visit to the concession and the fact that the concession has made great progress."

Lying on the roof, Lu Qinghong assembled the 1924.

This is the most perfect angle.

Beside him was Tan Xinyi, the deputy shooter and observer.

Although the two often have conflicts and quarrels, whether in training or on missions, they will put these personal grievances aside for the time being.

Tan Xinyi held the binoculars and carefully observed the front.

The Bureau of the Ministry of Industry of the Hankou Japanese Concession can see it clearly.

A lot of reporters have already arrived, and these are specially invited by the Japanese.

I heard that some time ago, there was a murder in the Japanese concession, and a Frenchman detective disappeared, which greatly damaged the image of the Japanese.

The delegation came under the banner of jointly developing the concessions.

So, it's also a great opportunity for the Japanese to repair their image.

However, they could never have imagined that here, the deadly muzzle of the gun was already aimed at the target.

Tan Xinyi took out the photo and looked at it carefully......

"Whatever you do, dress up neatly."

Meng Shaoyuan glanced at Nasri, who was numb and dazed beside him, in the car, and said with satisfaction.

At this time, Nasri was wearing a brand-new suit, and at first glance, it was not at all obvious that he had a mental problem.

"Look at me, Nasri." Meng Shaoyuan said suddenly.

Nasri turned and stared blankly.

"What's on my face?"

"Bearded ......"

"It's Ren Danhu, what other features do I have on my face?"

"Scar, a deep, deep scar."

Meng Shaoyuan touched his face, as if there was really a scar on it: "What's my name?" ”

"Kiya Sakai."

"Why did you know me?"

"I was kidnapped and ran out...... You, saved me...... Give me food, give me a gun......"

Meng Shaoyuan nodded.

He knew that the words he had deliberately wanted Nasri to remember had been deeply engraved in his mind.

A mentally ill person is extremely easy to be controlled by others.

And what I have to do is to take the trouble to tell him what he needs to remember over and over again......

Kuroki Asada walked out of the Ministry of Industry Bureau.

The spotlights in the hands of those reporters flickered instantly.

Kuroki Asada smiled and waved, very cooperative with the reporters.

"Director Kuroki, this time the Japanese delegation came to the Hankou Japanese Concession ......"

One question after another was thrown out.

Kuroki Asada replied very carefully.

"Mr. Kuroki, can you comment on your ex?"

Suddenly, another question was thrown.

That was asked by a French journalist.

Kuroki Asada had long expected a similar problem, so he didn't seem annoyed at all: "I don't have much to say about my predecessor, Director Ichikawa, he did his best to ...... the Japanese Concession"

"Due north, down five, find the target...... Target Confirmation ......"

Tan Xinyi held the telescope and did not move.

Lu Qinghong pressed down the bullet, pulled the safety open, and pointed the scope forward: "Due north, down to five, confirm the target ......"

"Wind speed seven, correction to the left by two points."

Lu Qinghong kept adjusting.

The muzzle of death, already aimed at the target......

"Go ahead, you're free."

Meng Shaoyuan patted Nasri on the shoulder and gave him a strong hint.

Nasri didn't say anything, the mechanical pushed the door open, and the mechanical walked out......

"As for what Frenchman was killed in the Japanese concession and was harmed by the Japanese, that is a rumor."

Kuroki Asada is impassioned......

Kuroki Asada!

Must die!

Standing in the crowd, Nasri kept thinking about this sentence.

Kuroki Asada must die!

He pulled out his revolver, and there was no one around.

A person on the side, turning his head to look, just saw it, and exclaimed.

Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out by the noisy crowd.

Completely indifferent, Nasri pushed through the crowd and strode out.

"Kuroki Asada!"

He shouted loudly in English.

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere completely froze.

It's less than a second.

"Kuroki Asada must die!"

Nasri roared and pulled the trigger in his hand......

Lu Qinghong pulled the trigger in his hand.

Bullets burst out of the chamber like lightning......

The black casa field fell headlong in a pool of blood.

In his heart, large streams of blood poured out.

It's messy, the scene is completely messed up.

The crowd screamed in terror.

Nasri fired three shots in a row.

The patrols rushed out and subdued Nasri before he could pull the trigger for a fourth time.

He was crushed to the ground, unable to move.

But he didn't care at all, and was still muttering there:

"Kuroki Matian, must be Su...... Kuroki Ma Tian must die ......"

"Oh my God, this is Inspector Nasri!"

A French journalist recognized.

All the magnesium lights flashed wildly at the Nasri on the ground in an instant......

"Retreat."

Lu Qinghong calmly disassembled the gun, still put it into the box of the big violin, and then quickly left the building with Tan Xinyi.

Now, the people below are in a mess, and no one would have thought that a deadly bullet was fired from here......

Meng Shaoyuan smiled.

He watched Kuroki Asada fall with his own eyes, and saw those people in a mess.

His own inspiration caused all this in front of him.

The Japanese will find out, but what can they find?

A madman?

And the gibberish of a madman?

Or is it the so-called "Sakai Kiya" who has a Rendanhu and a deep scar on his face?

Goodbye, Wuhan.

Meng Shaoyuan quickly started his car.