June 26, 8:18 a.m.

The cruise ship "Blue Tulip", flying the flag of the British Empire, slowly docked at the port.

A large number of Shanghai citizens who had come to pick up their relatives and friends had come early in the morning to welcome the cruise ship from Hong Kong.

Several Japanese agents kept an eye on the crowd, hoping to make some discoveries.

On the other side, there are several Chinese spies.

The two groups have long been "acquainted".

Every day at a fixed time, they will appear in a fixed place, and they will also know each other's identity.

Well water does not interfere with river water.

The work of a spy is not like what outsiders think, as soon as they meet, they have to fight to the death. In fact, more often than not, everyone lives in peace, unless ordered by the superiors, they must fight to the death.

Here, whether it is a Chinese or Japanese spy, they are all low-level spies, who will control Shanghai, and what the future situation will be, that is a matter for the superiors to consider, and they have nothing to do with a dime.

This is the case with Toshihiro Kishida.

He has been in Shanghai for two years, he has been promoted once, he has not made any contributions, he is responsible for monitoring the port every day, and it is also a luxury to change new tasks.

He insisted on this job, not because of how loyal he was to the Great Japanese Empire, but because it brought him a stable salary that allowed him to send money back to Japan every month.

Japan's economic situation is very poor, and his wife, who has not worked for a long time, went out last year to find a job to support two children and a father who already suffers from Alzheimer's.

This salary accounts for a large part of the family income.

Toshihiro Kishida will not allow himself to have an accident, otherwise how will his wife and children and father live?

Last time, he was occasionally transferred to arrest a military commander agent, and a shootout broke out between the two sides, and Kishida Toshihiro shrank at the back, just for fear that the bullet would hit him.

As a result, he was also severely reprimanded by his boss for this.

Not every Japanese is willing to die heroically for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor and the Yamato nation.

After a while, when all the passengers on the "Blue Tulip" disembarked, their morning task would be completed.

Go back and report back, and then wait for lunch.

Take a nap and two more boats will come in the afternoon.

They would come back to the dock and work until half-past four, and then go back and report back, and the day's work would be over.

I was able to spend the day safely again.

"Fan Laozhen!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and his tone revealed a bit of fierceness.

Toshihiro Kishida was indifferent.

However, something unexpected happened.

Several big men in short beats rushed to the front and grabbed Kishida Toshihiro's neckline: "Fan Laozhen, you still want to hide when you see Lao Tzu?" ”

"Sir, you have the wrong person." Kishida Toshihiro hurriedly said in pure Chinese: "I'm not Fan Laozhen. ”

With a "snap", a slap fell heavily on his face.

Toshihiro Kishida was completely blindsided: "You guys, what are you doing!" ”

Several of his companions also hurriedly gathered around: "What are you doing, why are you beating people?" ”

"Yo, and a helper?"

The big man who beat people turned pale: "Fuck, do you dare to owe the money of Lao Tzu's 'Wuyi Hall' and not pay it back?" Who gave you this courage? Hit, hit Lao Tzu! ”

Not only these few people, but in the crowd on the side, more than a dozen big men suddenly rushed out, and a few people surrounded Kishida Toshihiro.

All around, there was chaos.

"Don't do it, don't do it!"

Although Kishida Toshihiro was humiliated, he still tried his best to shout loudly.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, Kishida Toshihiro snorted.

He had a huge pain in his stomach.

Looking down, a sharp knife stabbed him in the stomach.

He grabbed a man beside him and let out a painful wail:

"Help me, help me."

But then, he received another critical blow to the head.

Toshihiro Kishida fell to the ground.

"Kill, kill!"

Someone let out a terrible scream.

"Let's go."

The man who led the beating and claimed to be "Wuyitang" whispered.

In an instant, the people he brought with him left the scene in a hurry.

"Lihao, Lihao, hold on, hold on."

In my ears, I heard the voice of my companion.

It hurts, am I going to die?

Toshihiro Kishida's sanity began to blur.

I can't die, I still have a wife, and I have children, and I have a father.

I want to live, I have to live.

But little by little, the signs of life were leaving him.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Several patrols appeared.

"He, inexplicably, was beaten and then stabbed."

Toshihiro Kishida's companion hurriedly said.

"What about the man who stabbed him?"

"Ran away."

"Ran away?" The patrol officer glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground: "Take the living and the dead to the patrol room, I will interrogate slowly!" ”

Several Japanese spies were taken away.

Toshihiro Kishida is dead.

No one cares about his wife, children, father in Japan.

It's nothing more than the death of an insignificant little spy.

Who cares? So many people die on the battlefield every day.

If this is true for Japan, why not for China?

Bottom spies, who treats you as a human being?

Yuan Zhonghe witnessed everything that happened in front of his eyes.

That's the person that Director Meng asked the old lady of Jinghu to transfer.

Why is there still blood and murder?

Yuan Zhonghe smiled bitterly, why bother.

Wouldn't it be enough to get rid of these Japanese spies?

The passengers on the "Blue Tulip" began to disembark.

Groups of passengers disembarked, either leaving on their own or being taken away by friends and family.

Most of the guests left.

After a little more waiting, more than thirty foreigners finally appeared.

There were thirty-five people in total.

The leader was a bearded man in his fifties with curly blond hair.

Yuan Zhonghe immediately greeted him with an interpreter: "Mr. Davis from Hong Kong International Commercial Bank? ”

English is spoken.

The bearded man is fairly fluent in English: "No, I'm Mr. Davis from the Bank of Planto. ”

"You're late."

"It's only five minutes late."

"But I've heard that you foreigners are the most punctual about time."

"There are always exceptions, sir."

The code is right.

Yuan Zhonghe raised his hand, allowing an unexpected scene of "Mr. Davis" to appear.

On the wharf, the coolies carrying sandbags, the vendors soliciting business, and the unemployed vagrants who didn't look like good people all surrounded them.

"Mr. Davis" and his companions were taken aback, and some even put on a fighting stance.

"Don't be afraid, it's all our people." Yuan Zhonghe immediately said, "They are protecting you from entering the safe area. ”

"Mr. Davis" was relieved.

"Zod's plan begins, evacuate!"

With Yuan Zhonghe's order, all the military commanders began to act.

A group of agents took control of the perimeter.

Twenty or so agents, apparently armed, watched vigilantly.

What made "Mr. Davis" and his companions even more incredible was that there were more than a dozen patrols driving away some unrelated people nearby.

"They are?" "Mr. Davis," asked curiously.

"Patrolling, the characteristics of the public concession, you call it the police." Yuan Zhonghe replied as he walked.

"The police listen to you too?"

"Yes, the police in China, the police in Europe, the police in the United States, as long as they are in the public concession."

"I see a lot of people?"

"Yes, we have mobilized a large number of men to protect you. Together with the periphery members and auxiliary surveillance intelligence officers, more than 200 people participated in the operation. ”

"Oh God." "Mr. Davis" muttered, "Thank you so much." ”

"No, our Director Meng said that it is you who should be thanked." Yuan Zhonghe smiled: "You have traveled thousands of miles to defend our country, if you lose a single hair, Director Meng will kill me." ”

"Mr. Davis" soon learned that what the Chinese said was true.

From inside the docks to outside the docks, military commanders can be seen everywhere.

As soon as they went out, the two people who were smoking immediately threw away their cigarettes, stood up, took out a small red flag, and waved it vigorously a few times.

Immediately, two cars roared in.

"Mr. Davis" was a little embarrassed: "There are thirty-five of us in total, and a few of us on the road are in physical condition on a long journey, let them go in a car, and I and the others will walk." ”

Yuan Zhonghe smiled again: "Mr. Davis, you are guests, how can there be a reason to let guests walk, here is responsible for helping us open the way." The car that picks you up will arrive in a moment, but I want to wronged you to be a prisoner once. ”

Prisoner?

"Mr. Davis" quickly understood.

Six prison vans from the patrol house appeared.

The driver, and the passenger seat, are really patrolling.

Especially the first prisoner car, it was actually Ross, the inspector of the Jing'an Temple's arresting room, who was in charge himself.

"There are six people in each cart, please, Mr. Davis."

"Ah, I didn't expect that on the first day I came to Shanghai, I would become a prisoner." "Mr. Davis" couldn't help but laugh: "Sir, this is the first time I've been in a prison car." ”

In each prison car, two heavily armed agents have been arranged.

Each person has a submachine gun, and a machine gun is also set up in the prisoner car.

"Mr. Davis" and "tsk" are surprised, how much energy does this Director Meng have in Shanghai, and can mobilize so much power?

All the people got on board.

The prisoner cart immediately whistled sharply and whizzed away......

……

"Captain, where's the prison cart?"

The famous thief "Monkey" in Shanghai was caught by the patrol in the fourth year. He looked left and right and couldn't help but ask.

"Prisoner car? Fart the prisoner car, walk back with us! ”

"Huh?" Guan Si screamed and looked at his handcuffs and shackles: "How many miles away, you let me walk back like this?" ”

"Where's all the fucking bullshit?" The patrol captain pushed the bicycle and connected Guan Si with his bicycle with a rope: "Let's go, don't drag you away!" ”

It's really an evil door.

There were a total of two prisoner vans in the Jing'an Temple Detention Room, which drove away early in the morning. I heard that the prisoner car from the nearby arrest house was also seconded.

With such a big formation and so many prisoner cars, what kind of big case is this doing?